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and having done all the deviltry their savage minds can originate, they return to the reservation and find there a harbor of rest and security. Now this is all wrong. That civilization is nothing more or less than an outgrowth of individual responsibility, can be seen by examining the pages of history. Every man is responsible for what he does. If he does wrong, he is censured; if he does right, he is praised; if he commits crime, he is tried by a jury of his peers. By this means the foundations for wealth and prosperity are laid. Where anarchy rules, there will be found a nonprogressive people. A great many doubt whether we can ever civilize the Indian. We feel confident in saying, that he never will be, as long as we feed him and harbor him in his deeds of violence. We must make him responsible for what he does. He must learn that he is to live by the sweat of his brow, and that land rightfully belongs to the tiller of the soil, and not to him who would live in idleness. Why is it that a nation of fifty millions of people are obliged to make terms with a few dirty chiefs, who represent a few hundred dirtier Indians? These reservations must be abolished, and the noble red man put on the same footing as the white man. The very fact of the government upholding these Indians, makes them bolder and more eager to burn, pillage and destroy everything within their reach. The government is essentially making a foreign government within its own. It seems as though every opportunity is given these savages to satisfy their degraded appetites, and to seek revenge for fancied wrongs. The Government is doing nothing more or less than clothing, feeding and sheltering the snake that is sure to thank him with an ungrateful bite whenever the time and opportunity presents itself. The American people have had enough of this thing, and something must be done immediately. The Government Policy is too transparent. If a white man kills an Indian, he has to suffer; if a band of Indians murder a large number of whites and kill and mutilate our soldiers, the affair is hushed up and nothing is done. By this means the Indians are encouraged in their annual raids. We know of one way to break this up. Put the Indian where he belongs; abolish the reservations; make him earn a living just as the negroes were compelled to do when they were emancipated, and above all make him answerable to the laws of the United States.
SINCE our last issue the students of the Junior Law Class have organized a society to be known as the Kent and Blackstone Club. The club is
composed of the following students, viz: Leo. J. Barr, W. T. Bechtel, E. J. Cooper, W. M. Duff, G. M. DeGroff, Chas. Larimar, H. M. Lewers, H. J. Miller, C. L. Smith, and Gov. Teets. They hold five meetings a week, at which they discuss and debate upon all subjects pertaining to law and equity. The boys mean business. They have a constitution and by-laws second only to that of the United States. The following officers have been elected : W.F. Bechtel, President; Harry M. Lewers, Vice President; Leo. J. Barr, Secretary and Treasurer; Henry J. Miller, Sergeant-Arms.
IN MEMORIAM.
Mr. Henry C. Whitney died at his home on Wednesday, Oct. 8th, from the effects of a gunshot wound received while hunting the day before. At a meeting of students held Oct.13th the following preamble and resolutions relative to the death of their friend Harry Whitney, were submitted by a committee and adopted by the students:
WHEREAS, It has pleased God in His all wise Providence to remove by death our friend and fellow student Henry C. Whitney,and
WHEREAS, we recognized in him a young man of good principles and noble character,and feel that we have lost a friend,the school an honest worker,and his parents a loving and dutiful son.
Resolved, That we tender his relatives our heartfelt sympathies, commending them also to the pity of Him who heals the broken hearted and who will unite us all in that happy land where death and sorrow are unknown; and
Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be presented to the bereaved family, and that they be published in the UNIVERSITY COURIER.
VENUS DI MILO.
Goddess of love—yet marble! warm—yet cold!
Speechless—yet speaking from thine earnest eyes!
Proud lips, in nestling scorn and stern surprise,
Wreathing a smile o'er wealth of yearnful mold;
Bosom whose arching splendors full unfold;
Slow heaving swells of slumbering sacrifice;
Fair limbs, imperious in their draped disguise,
Shining through trembling spray of ocean old.
Mysterious Goddess! through thy marble form,
Wrought by the throes of toiling centuries,
The writhing spirit bursts the lifeless stone.
Through the incarnate passion deep and warm,
The human infinite transcends the skies,
And sits enthroned on the eternal throne.
Lyman Whitney Allen.